Look at this…
This is a bag-full of Little dude’s bottles, a bag destined for the bin. A sad sight isn’t it?
This evening I have had to wave goodbye to my baby’s bottles. If it were up to me I would have let Little dude have his bottles a bit longer, kept him my baby that little bit longer, and I loved the cuddles that came with giving a bottle too. But, last night hubs wondered if Little dude still needed bottles. So last night’s bedtime milk was given downstairs in a beaker. There were a few tears at bedtime, but nothing major. Little dude then had this morning’s milk and tonight’s bedtime milk via a beaker, no tears either time. The transition has been surprisingly easy, for Little dude anyway.
I can’t help but feel a little sad. This is definitely it for the baby stuff. I now have a little girl and a toddler. While I’m excited for this next stage, I’m also mourning the end of the baby stage. I will have to make sure that I get to give my mini nephew his bottles when we visit